His eyes were full of blue, spreading like water waves. The colors were diluted by the moonlight, like shadows dyed by ink. It's strong when you open it, but it disappears when you finish it. With a slight fragility, people can only watch from a distance. There was silence in her heart, there was no sound, only his extremely dark eyes, glowing with a fragile baby blue. She smiled quietly at him, as if they had gotten along countless times. He saw the beauty blooming in her eyes, which condensed into a strange light and settled down, reminding him of the purity and beauty of everything. That kind of tilted beauty is vaguely like seeing it for the first time.
All kinds of stories are nothing but sad feelings. Everything cannot escape the ending of annihilation. Who knows the so-called merits and demerits of right and wrong? But I'll leave it to future generations to comment…
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